THE BILLIONAIRE’S UNWANTED HEIR.
Beside the two pods stood a tall, thin man in a pristine black suit, holding a digital syringe positioned directly over the main fluid tube.
The man turned his face toward the camera lens.
He had Alexander's exact jawline, Alexander's exact height, and a sharp, cruel smile that made my stomach turn into pure lead.
"Hello, little brother," the man's voice came through the tablet speaker, sounding completely smooth.
"Julian?" I stammered, looking back toward the burning hospital ship in the distance. "Julian died in the fire!"
"Julian died on the pier, Elena," the man on the screen chuckled, raising the syringe. "My name is Lucas Vance. The first vector. The one Nathaniel pretended to bury thi